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Thirty minutes later, John was there. Sherlock was turning around and in Molly's flat and mumbling.
"Sherlock, started John, this isn't helping at all, could you just stop walking everywhere doing nothing and starts to… Deduce something?"
He continued to mumble while walking around.
"Sherlock"
He didn't react again.
"Sherlock, please!"
John was starting to get really annoyed, but he continued mumbling what he should have done and what not.
"Molly needs you"
He suddenly stopped.
"Molly needs… me? She does!"
He started to mumble and to walk around again, bit this time he was making deductions. John watched him as he took everything he could, observed it and then put it again down. He then went to her bedroom. John heard drawers open and close.
Sherlock came back to the living room five minutes later, and John noticed he got a little red on his cheeks. John laughed for himself, wondering what he did found to be in this state. As he came back, Sherlock told John:
"So, she came back from work and went to the kitchen to eat something. She then sat at the table to finish some work and then… I think they kidnapped here there. Mostly with chloroform but she defended herself, and…"
He stopped, bent down, took some blood and licked it. John frowned in disgust. Sherlock continued.
"It… Isn't Molly's? Conclusion: She really defended herself. Enough to bleed her kidnapers."
Sherlock smiled at that thought. Molly apparently had some skills he didn't know about. He suddenly got out of her flat and went to the landlady. He asked her if she recently heard something like a shout, or something breaking. She thought about it and said that she actually heard a shout, but thought it was none of her business. As Sherlock went outside, John heard him say "Stupid woman".
He took a cab and asked John to go at Barts to ask Molly's colleagues everything he could. Sherlock went to his brother's. He opened his front door like at home and loudly called Mycroft. Sherlock found him in his office, working like he always was. He lifted his head to gaze at him.
"Brother mine, he started, don't you know polite manners to introduce you?
– No time for that, Mycroft. Molly's been kidnapped.
– I beg your pardon?
– You heard me. Let me see some security cameras recordings.
– I'm not supposed to have there, Sherlock.
– But you do" said Sherlock already searching on his brother's computer. "Mhhh… Here they are."
He watched the recordings at 4x speed. Minutes silently passed before he suddenly paused the record. There were three men in black carrying someone who seemed asleep. Any face could be seen, but Sherlock recognized Molly's body shape.
Mycroft saw his brother clench his fists as he was trying not to lose his temper. Sherlock left his office as Mycroft ironically said:
"May I help you with something else?
– I'll call you, Mycroft."
Mycroft sighted before hearing a slam.
Sherlock went back to Baker Street and sat to think. Numerous of thoughts were rushing through his mind but the prominent one was 'How did I let Molly being kidnapped?'
An unknown call made him left his thoughts. He frowned, but then chose to answer. He heard a terrified voice saying:
"Sherlock!"
Molly.